Albino Child

Twelve

I gagged, the repulsive organ pulsated in my mouth as I choked on the blood clots oozing out of the aorta, the pulmonary artery vein was creating foul friction against the epiglottis- the lumpy soft palate quivering under the tender touch of the smooth rubbery organ, it created zephyr-like vibrations down the tender, sensitive oropharynx to the hypopharynx which was infected with swollen lymph nodes that oozed milky substances due to my poor diet, they excreted unusual amounts of fluid upon the squamous cells, a specific sort of biological substance that was only found hollow organs- the saliva-coated heart was still damp and somewhat alive as I attempted to force it downwards, I was desperately struggling to push it through the unnatural negative space surrounding the oesophagus and trachea, I had shoved all of my functioning fingers into my mouth as blood seeped out of the gaping hole, the blood that came directly from my heart dribbled down my chin and onto my high-end cotton shirt, I was being asphyxiated because of my physical self, but I refused to die due to such causes- losing to natural death was not within my understood vocabulary- unzipping the cool metal teeth stitched onto my unmuscular chest, I rammed on hand inside- under my wonky unsymmetrical ribs- I squirmed as I wretched the heart through my lock jaw; delicately placing it into its appropriate area, I held it in place for a couple of moments as my rapid regeneration strapped the reddened manhandled item. The boy who had been laughing childishly at my demise as he saw my death flash through his eyes, trembled in horror as he saw my animalistic grin and narrowed eyes set upon his body, my hands were dripping cannibalistic blood and bodily bits, I licked the middle finger from the base until the top in which I bit down on it harshly, my front teeth had pierced the callous flesh and a third of the baby-blossom pale pink keratin and it had fallen into my mouth in which I lodged the flattened nail between my two bottom teeth and re-bit the finger, now it had a beautiful cross of bittersweet salvation; I stared at the boy smiling darkly, impulsively grabbing for his pale creamy throat, he batted my grip away pathetically- the stroke was weak and futile, surely he could do better- cooing at the thoughtless action, I slithered my pointed foot towards the bony ankles of the petite boy, hooking it over his weak walking joint, he did not notice as I stroked his cheek with false adoration, shushing him quiet as I murmured tokens of random, meaningless appreciation, I flipped my foot upwards harshly, I made him fall backwards.

The child scooted away from me like a scuttling crab from an angry butcher- and like the analogy, the monster in power will do whatever to see the inferior creature reaches he appropriate demise- pouncing upon the body, I straddled the child upon the lower abdominal area- between his bony hips and evident waist- lovingly placing butterflies down his right eye to his bony shoulder as a distraction, I gripped onto his mid-radius-and-ulna and lowered my body onto his, snapping his arms backwards, the cartilage broke from the sudden force, sinewy ligaments were all that were holding the underneath together, the pain must have not been enough for the only reaction I received was a single button of saline in his right eye, I snarled viciously, however, I did notice that it had cause a jolt in his throbbing humane heart- I felt a high, a harder beat of hurt had been caused much to my satisfaction- but it was not enough, it was ample for the moment but for utmost gratification I required something with more impact- I could not be finished with just a simple action- using my sharpened nails, whom I was proud of due to their sharp serrated edges, I sawed into the baby-soft flesh, using them to their utmost advantage, translucent-black lumps of platelets and dead nerves had clumped giving him inconsistent blood flow, mainly, it was this watery fluid with swirls of crimson haemoglobin swimming around- it was somewhat spectacular to see such a strange sight, it was so fulfilling yet absolutely disgusting to see it, it almost looked like pus with red coiled wire floating lazily in it- once I got over the excitement of the unfamiliar substance, I resumed slicing at a frantic messy pace, removing his arms, I bit off his fingers and using my skilful tongue and teeth, I removed the layers of skin, first with the tougher skin, I scrunched it into a somewhat sphere and removed it from my mouth and letting it string saliva from my mouth, placing it into the ear canal of the boy, I felt his wriggle in angry repulsion causing low growling down his vestibular and vocal folds; I giggled at his demise, this was mere child's play though, I decided on starting cute and small before building in larger more adult actions, his lower arms were in my hands as I spat out the ten dead fingers from my mouth obnoxiously into his mouth, the cold slimy digits could not be removed regardless of how much the boy struggled- he attempted to place all of them outside his teeth but failed as the thin double-layered membrane broke with lateral breakages in it- his eyes became foggy but he was still alive, I had clamped my left fingers over his lips and forced them closed, piercing them in the process with the hardened peony-pink protein, I wormed my way into a trouser pocket and pulled out some white thread and a sterling silver needle lodged into the stretched-out white fibre, placing the roll into my palm, I nimbly sorted out the needle till it was threaded through the slit, sewing up the mouth with ordinary but unaligned blanket stitch, the stitches were hardly visible due to his equally pale skin hiding the terrible handiwork.

His lower jaw moved left and right repetitively as I finally finished the work with an untidy, hastily done knot, I grew irritated by the foolish mandible movement and pinched the jugular veins on both sides of his throat, his right eye fell out in horror as his face grew more and more bruise-coloured, I giggled at his involuntary reaction with babyish delight- smiling the same way a sane child is given a bowl of whipped cream and overly ripe strawberries all sprinkled with a generous opaque sprinkling of pulverised sugar- I adored my beautiful modifications before I decided to create the next upgrades, there was bloodied-black tears streaming from his eyes like deltas at his bony temples, I lapped them with my tongue just as he attempted to hit me with his forearms, gripping them with my hands I softly tutted with an endearing parental tone as I dislocated the joint, showering his with soft almost tickling touches upon his neck, I ripped the arms off with extreme force, I was growing gradually tired, my shirt was sullied with dried and congealed blood causing sharp creases in the fabric, gnawing on the fatuous triceps I began replenishing my energy through my cannibalistic desires- the flesh was delightfully marbled, lipids and young meat were a raw delicacy, the juicy and succulent red meat was directly ripped off the bone in front of the alive source, 'garcon tartare'- I relished the flavour profile, the umami and pure fear the boy gave was intoxicating; once I had somewhat eaten enough to be satisfied I snapped open the humorous and poured the marrow into his middle and inferior turbinate, he twitched as he blew out partial amounts of the liquefied-pate-like substance, the colour was a disgusting dull warm grey that was opaque and without much variation, he was not dead for his sped-up clotting process ability had prevented him from dying from bleeding, it did not prevent me causing pleasure to his ugly body- I could, regardless of how much hate I caused, make him much more beautiful.

I began by giving him a liposuction through natural means, using an index finger, I scratched out an arcing mark on his belly- similar to that of caesarean-section- and drew out a rusty penknife from my pocket- I carried many seemingly random items on me often and this yellow item was one of them- I drew a black bloodied line over where I planned on cutting, by now, I was sitting on his knees causing partial discomfort, if I had weighed more it would have caused breakage, I began cutting in rough back-and-forth strokes, until the line resembled a large Cheshire-like grin, this was my version of the traditional torture technique that was usually performed on a victim's face to create an enlarged, permanent smile, I slicked the trembling white skin, the bloody lips of the new wound dribbling lime-water-coloured fluids, I opened up the flesh tentatively as goose-bumps raised on the torso, I smirked at the natural reaction and moved my hands outward in a swirling motion, lightly tracing meaningless patterns with a delicate touch, my fingers swirled rune-like motions across his stomach to his hip-bones before I returned to the area in which his umbilical cord was still attached, yanking it off sharply, I dug my second, third and fourth fingers into the tight hole and ripped it open creating a relatively short midriff incision; I squeezed both flaps of flesh, then, with much sadistic pleasure, I removed the blubber-like covering that hid the entire front torso area. I was met with a glistening mound of organic matter, picking it up in handfuls, I threw it upwards as if it were confetti, letting his larger intestine fly up and onto the ceiling, I had created marks upon the formerly pristine white surface; I giggled at the solo party I had made, but what fun was there if there was only me.

"I know you're there," I chirped manically, then, I drawled out with a limply tilted skull, "I know you want to join me in this exciting revelry."

They had widened eyes that had sunk into their heads, they peered out of view behind the alabaster door. Oh, they want to play 'It' with me? If it is a game they wanted then all they had to do was ask.

Grinning cheerily, I called out, "No it backs."